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Some say that he passed away, others say he's gone,
some even say he's traveled on, but my head is pounding, my heart is full of dread for no matter how they say it, it means my friend is dead. Some say that he's left this earth, he's gone to his reward. Some say God has taken him, he's gone to meet his lord. And my mind is churning, my heart is filled with dread for no matter how they say it, it means my friend is dead. There were some fatalities, at least that's what I read. He was among the casualties, so the reporters said. And inside me something scream and screams. My eyes have turned to lead, because what that really means is that my friend is dead. |